Last night was the Blue and Gold Dinner for the cub scouts commemorating 101 years of scouting. I wanted to find some of those awesome scout socks, you know, the green ones with the red stripe on top, but as knee high socks make me look about 2 inches tall I didn't try too hard. Let's talk about how funny 8-11 year old boys are. Sure, if left to their own devices they would tie you up with their neckerchief and tell you fart jokes until you plead for mercy, but they'll be so funny while they're doing it that you'll barely notice the younger ones lighting your toes on fire. It's charming in a Lord of the Flies sort of way.
The boys each had to make a cake to celebrate and they were all funny or creative or fancy (thanks to their moms). But one was just flat out repulsive looking.
Behold, the kitty litter cake. (And no, I'm not going to post a picture of it on here. The link will have to suffice. Because it's gross.)
Everyone said it was delicious but I couldn't bring myself to look at it, let alone eat it. On principle, you see. I don't believe in eating things that have the appearance of poo. No matter how funny or clever it may be. And cats give me the creeps for the very reason that they claw around in their own toilet and then claw around your pants. Or worse, your kitchen counter. For the love of all that's good and holy, people, DON'T LET YOUR CATS ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER!!!! Okay, I'm over it. Back to the cake. I thought it was fitting that a cub scout would make such a thing. But I'm still feeling a little queasy just thinking about it.
The boys each had to make a cake to celebrate and they were all funny or creative or fancy (thanks to their moms). But one was just flat out repulsive looking.
Behold, the kitty litter cake. (And no, I'm not going to post a picture of it on here. The link will have to suffice. Because it's gross.)
Everyone said it was delicious but I couldn't bring myself to look at it, let alone eat it. On principle, you see. I don't believe in eating things that have the appearance of poo. No matter how funny or clever it may be. And cats give me the creeps for the very reason that they claw around in their own toilet and then claw around your pants. Or worse, your kitchen counter. For the love of all that's good and holy, people, DON'T LET YOUR CATS ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER!!!! Okay, I'm over it. Back to the cake. I thought it was fitting that a cub scout would make such a thing. But I'm still feeling a little queasy just thinking about it.
11 comments:
That is just gross (but also funny). And I am just as horrified that people let their cats on the counter. My sister does it and I want to eat out whenever we visit their home. But it seems that 'Kit Cat' rules over there.
I don't own a cat, but it's never bothered me. I guess because I have low standards, maybe? I don't know.
I'm pleased that you have fun with kids that age. They're pretty funny when they make each other giggle. And then they become teenagers and it's over. OVER! I had to teach a group of 15-16-17 year olds about 2 weeks ago. They sat there all slouchy and miserable. It turned out fine, but yowsa, I almost lined them up just to punch them. Yea, the spirit was with me, long enough to smack me in the back of the head.
What the...? I couldn't not look, but now I wish I hadn't. Ga-ross.
Nasty. Just plain nasty. Not so much the cake (although that does look pretty gross) but the thought of anyone allowing a cat on their kitchen counter. I have a hard time with animals in the house at all. That's why you'll never see a pet in my house, not even a goldfish.
Oh and yes, 8-11 year old boys are funny. My 10 year old and almost 12 year old nephews crack me up. The other day they kept adding "That's what she said" to the end of everything they said. They had no idea why they were saying that which made it even more funny.
Oh my gosh, with the cats in the kitchen! I can't handle that. I flat out refuse to eat at a certain friend's house because he lets his dog in the kitchen...and he pets his dog...and he tried to give me food with a big wad of fur on his wrist.
Ya--we aren't so much friends anymore. I just can't get over that.
While the cat litter cake is pretty funny, I wouldn't be able to eat anything that was on that table.
Oh Heather, you just made me laugh. But I'd have to agree. I don't think I could have eaten anything on that table either.
That horrifying was from me.
Also, knee socks always seem like a cute idea in theory, but a person's chance of looking good in them are about the same as getting struck by lightning.
That was pretty disturbing, thank you for not posting the picture on your blog .
Oh. My. Heck. Maybe it's just that I'm surrounded by boys 24/7, but I think that is hysterical. But I would never eat it. I have had indoor cats, and litter boxes, and all that goes with that, but I NEVER let any of my cats on our counters at any time. My parents, on the other hand...
But you lived with Isis, so you already know that.
I'm so making that cake and bringing it to my next work potluck. And not saying anything about it just being a cake. The Bill Cosby Method Of Avoidance.
Dry heaving. . .
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